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Hello birds and morning sunshine!! Here’s my fucking whisker biscuit!! Yeah, I just woke up in this picture:

Wearing pink nighty, flashing my BUSH, being silly in the backyard!

I tried to take some pics and vids of the birds with my phone, but they didn’t turn out good enough. I’m thrilled about the sunshine and blue skies and bird activity, though!

The blue sky this morning touching our roof

Delia took some great pictures of me yesterday and last night, plus a wet pink video that made her panties damp with precum. I had no idea she was that excited until she showed me . . . it gave me faith that all the work was worth it.

After that she gave me a foot massage, then I rubbed her big hard cock through her panties. Then I sucked it. And then she was so so so so so excited that it made ME so so so so so so excited and we both came fast.

Then we went to the store for cookie dough, but on the way we saw a HUGE FUCKING ORANGE CRESCENT MOON sitting on top of a road leading a different direction, so we whipped around and tried to catch up to it. It looked like we’d be able to drive a couple of miles and be right under it, like it wasn’t the moon at all, but a much-closer giant sphere being lit up by men from here on Earth that you could almost reach up and touch.

It’s mild, muddy and all green and brown outside, with only a few patches of unmelted snow in our yard:

I didn’t even feel chilly standing outside with my legs and bush exposed wearing this thin henley on top:

OKAY . . . so maybe it WAS a little cold!

A picture of the snow and ice melting off the roof over the cabin’s doorway:

A little snow left today in the cracks of the path to the cabin:

I kept track of the hours I worked this week; anything I do today counts as “overtime” . . . so I’m going to try to take it easy and recharge to start next week off with lots of energy. I think Delia and I are going to see a movie. I have to actually plan non-work things to do or I’ll just sit here at my computer(s) working.

It’s supposed to rain and rain and rain for days and days. And they say high winds might blow some (more) trees down. Luckily we haven’t lost power at all; other people (like my mom and Lightning Allie) around Puget Sound have been without power for days. Delia and I have it pretty good up here!

Hunter (formerly known as “The Hunter”) Rugaru came up to the loft to cuddle and kiss me this morning and one thing led to another. Pretty sure the whole neighborhood can hear me coming when we do it up there especially since the window needs to be open or it gets too hot.

My hairy pussy after I came but before he did.

We’re working on figuring out the best way to get a spycam up there so you can see the action (but you can still see most everything that happens in our bedroom, like when Hunter and Delia were in there together last night). We need to 1) construct a sturdy shelf and 2) put up some twinkle lights or something.

About to stick H. Rugaru's cock back into my pussy.

There’s a little video I might post later showing more of this:

Shiny white man-cum in my furry slit.

Anyhoo . . . Delia and I have members-only chat (2pm pacific) and camshows today: mine’s at 4 pacific and hers is at 5 pacific.

Delia’s boyfriend is now living with us / more than visiting. We had a mature, organized, and positively-emotional two and a half hour meeting about it. With plans to follow-up on more of the specifics. Temporarily tabled so there can be lots of fucking. Which you should be watching on our spycams.

My hairpie, this morning around late-breakfast time

The Hunter cooked up breakfast burritos for us this morning. We listened to poetic Greg Brown songs and then switched to Warren G.

The Hunter serving up breakfast burritos.

My little (by request) burrito, wrapped cutely by The Hunter

It’s kind of hard to update folks on what’s going on without writing a book; our days have been jam-packed with intensity and sweetness that we’ve savored with tenderness and late nights.

Breakfast with Delia TS

After breakfast we danced around to the music then all went up to the bedroom again for some sweet and nasty threesome action. I’m not bragging about this or saying I’m an example to follow, but I do expect it will make a lot of you excited that we threw condoms to the wind yesterday and today.

You who love creampies? You can begin your jealous sobbing, because cum has been eaten out of a number of orifices. I’m personally not going to eat anybody’s cum out of anybody’s ass, but if someone else wants to do it, I’ll certainly enjoy it with a smile. And having Delia and The Hunter take turns eating each other’s cum out of my pussy is pretty sweet. I got to watch The Hunter suck Delia’s cock for the first time and The Hunter got between our legs while Delia and I fucked and he licked us from asshole to asshole. I came a couple of times, once with my words comically garbled by The Hunter’s cock in my mouth.

I’m hungry again. Delia and The Hunter are stringing up Christmas lights. It’s all very erotic and cutely domestic here.

In front of the cabin aka WebWhore Headquarters, ready to go in and show people what they want to see on my webcam.

I’m going to put on some panties, though. So that I can have the pleasure of taking them off, over and over, for everyone who craves seeing me do that. And More.

A messy-hair morning-after-Thanksgiving picture of me:

I would write more, but every time I do I wind up deleting it.

Been awhile since I posted a “real” photo, so here’s one from the gallery I just posted for members:

Hair Pie for Thanksgiving?

You can join here if you want to see the whole set of 117 pictures. And here’s a less in-your-face preview pic:

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Just got home from dinner.

Wearing things I go out in the real world wearing. In real life I think I looked hotter than in this picture. Mainly because I don’t look dressed for porn. But my rack is still awesome and my cleavage so deep. And my boobs bounce a lot when I laugh. And I love to laugh!

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Thanks for letting me wear your skirt, Delia, and thanks for the cute knee high socks, Shrdlu!

I just posted a new set of pictures for members we shot this morning at the cabin:

Cool spring morning at the cabin in my nightgown.

I’m enjoying developing my little mommy-nightgown niche (little niche, not little nightgown) and very slowly revealing pictures of the cabin (which is actually kind of painful for me, eroding the secrets of my alone-place, but it’s too good not to share, which is kind of too bad . . . not trying to make anyone feel guilty here, just trying to emphasize how intimate some things are to me that perhaps other people view as mundane).

Warming my hands on my cup of tea, watching birds.

Why it’s too good not to share: because I know that my fantasy overlaps with other people’s fantasies, and if it’s good to me, it’s good to other people. If it’s good and important enough to want to keep it to myself, I know that other people will treasure it, too. That it will inspire and stir up longing. On the other hand I know I’m compromising all of the things I need the most from The Cabin. Especially right now. Or maybe always, but more and more obvious right now.

What's this?!? Am I NAKED under my nightgown?

Ultimately there is a limit to how much truth I can show and tell about the cabin before it loses its charms for Trixie fans and conflicts with their fantasies of it. So is it worth it for me to undermine the privacy of my hidey-hole by exposing it at all?

One of my favorite pictures in this set.

I sure do know how to ruin some perfectly good nudey pics, don’t I!?!

122 pictures in this gallery for members!

Say you love me anyway, fuckers!! And that you know there’s an enchanted circle of protection around the cabin so that nobody but Delia and I may penetrate it. OR EVEN SEE IT WITH THE NAKED EYE!! God, I wish I had that kind of a magical prophylactic bubble to disappear into.

NOTE: these feelings of longing for a giant invisibility cloak have been exacerbated by some bad stuff that’s taken away a whole bunch of people’s privacy and threatened their safety recently. Ours included.

Let me know if this reads as terribly off-putting and I will delete the text, all except for the happy I’m-a-hot-mommy-type-taking-off-her-nightgown suggestions like I’m all barefoot and eager to be impregnated in my rusticated shed by any old semen-shooter.